God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

In the eyes of all responsible adults, it is indeed better not to leave children alone in a place where people have died, not to mention that there is a very terrifying "butcher" in this small town who can torture and kill humans.

Although He Ziyun didn't think that thing would attack the little turtle.

After all, the little turtle is the core force supporting the entire copy.

An evil god who is "trapped" in the operation of "miraculous".

It felt great to know that there was a high probability that only he knew about it.

"I know."

The little turtle said: "Dad is afraid that I will be chosen by the butcher, because butchers will also choose to kill children."

He thought for a moment and added: "Especially for a cute kid like me."

He Ziyun: "..."

Were the evil gods in the past so narcissistic? Was his memory wrong?

The little turtle looked at him with bright eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but He Ziyun always felt that the golden circle around his pupils seemed to be getting more and more obvious, like a precursor to the imminent resurrection of some evil god.

It was an indescribable feeling of confusion and trembling, which went from the skin to the depths of the heart. Just thinking about it made one's scalp numb.

He Ziyun looked away, cleared his throat, changed his position and sat directly on the ground, completely ignoring the bloody corpse in front of him.

——His legs seemed a little sore from squatting for too long.

"and then?"

The little turtle didn't pay attention to this. After the young man sat down anywhere, he also knelt down and sat on the ground, clinging to the young man like a sticky maltose.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and looked at the little turtle lying on his knees, with a smile in his eyes.

If it were the adult Evil God Guiwu, he would probably frown and pull himself aside to a clean place, right?

But the infant body is different. The personalities of all children are not much different.

Huang Wenjie beside them was completely ignored. He moved his sore legs and gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't resist the thought of wanting to hear more.

But he didn't dare to sit down here. He was afraid of touching the blood, so he could only squat here and endure it.

Little Turtle pointed to the corpse on the ground and continued: "The third person died exactly the same way as him."

Hearing this, He Ziyun thoughtfully played with the soft hair of the little turtle and said:

"So their skins were all peeled off? You don't know where those skins are, do you?"

The little turtle shook his head: "We don't even know where the butcher hid the skin."

He Ziyun said, "What about the fourth person?"

"The fourth person..."

The little turtle thought for a while and continued:

"The fourth person who died in the town was picked by the butcher while he was taking a bath at home. Both wrists and neck were cut open. My father said that the butcher drained all his blood before skinning him. skin."

[...Come on, my dear, is this butcher still killing people in various ways? 】

[Is the Butcher a psychopathic murderer? I felt that he was acting weird last night. He didn’t kill anyone right away. He just stood there and watched the anchors slandering each other...]

[I feel like it, so it’s probably the reason why no one has triggered it in the main line yet, right? 】

[It is possible, maybe this copy does not have a main plot? Is a pure battle royale possible? 】

【...It's also possible】

【…】

The fourth way of death is a relatively mild way of death (cai/weird).

He Ziyun thought for a while and was about to ask if there were any other ways to die when he saw Little Turtle rubbing his belly and his voice became a little aggrieved:

"Then the butcher will randomly select people to choose one of these four ways to die."

He Ziyun couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his hand and pinched the other person's cheek flesh, and his tone could not be more gentle:

"Are you hungry?"

The little turtle nodded, "I want to eat that soft bread."

He Ziyun smiled and rubbed his head: "Brother is too impatient. How about we go have breakfast now?"

"Ok!"

The little turtle buried his head in the young man's arms, and his voice sounded muffled: "I want my brother to hold me."

"..." He Ziyun: "How about letting my brother stand up first while I hug you?"

"Ok!"

The two words of "um" went straight to the deepest part of He Ziyun's heart, and he felt so soft that he suddenly had the absurd idea that it would be fine if Gui Wu could stay like this.

Absolute dependence, absolute clinginess, absolute trust...absolute love, and in the end, absolutely only love for him.

What would it be like for an unreasonable god to fall completely in love with a human being?

Whenever He Ziyun thinks of that scene, his heart feels like it's being held tightly by an invisible hand, and he feels a sense of excitement due to lack of oxygen.

"Okay, let's go get something to eat."

When He Ziyun stood up, bent down to pick up the little turtle and walked away, Huang Wenjie, who had been holding on to the squatting position, finally gave out. He turned his head and shouted to the fat man behind him:

"Fat man! Come and help me!"

"Fat man?!"

The fat man reacted slowly and quickly stepped forward to support Huang Wenjie:

"Brother Huang, are your legs okay?"

After Huang Wenjie stood up straight, the pain in his legs caused him to instantly distort his expression. He gritted his teeth and said:

"It's okay, it's just that my legs are numb. It will be fine in a while..."

Lu Ying on the side had already finished the bread, and she stretched, her beautiful and cold face showing a sense of satisfaction after hearing the story.

"uncle."

Lu Ying patted the crumbs in his hands, walked to the fat man and looked up at him.

"When are we going to hang out somewhere else?"

The fat man's hands shook almost invisibly. He licked his lips and was about to speak:

"us--"

"What are you shopping for? Do you still think this is shopping on the street in reality?"

The pain in his legs made Huang Wenjie a little emotionally unstable. He turned his head and glanced at Lu Ying, completely missing the coldness in his eyes:

"Little sister, we are in a dungeon where people may die at any time. How can we risk taking you out shopping?"

The fat man who was almost stunned by the fright kept looking at Lu Ying, and the confusion in his eyes almost turned into a substantive begging.

Lu Ying pretended not to notice. She looked at Huang Wenjie and suddenly smiled.

"is it?"

Huang Wenjie bent down and patted his sore calf and said:

"It must be, you have to be obedient and don't run around, you know? Someone could die at any time in this place..."

Lu Ying responded. She glanced sideways at the corpse on the ground with a deep look in her eyes:

"But if you, uncle, just huddle in a corner and do nothing, will you live longer?"

Huang Wenjie frowned and looked at her again, and his voice became cold:

"What do you mean?"

Lu Ying suddenly showed a strange and bright smile to him:

"Means nothing."

Just when Huang Wenjie thought she really thought so, Lu Ying said lightly:

"I just feel like you are like a stinky, dirty and disgusting creature in the gutter -"

"mouse?"